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Ya know what else YouTube “disproportionately promotes?” Useful stuff, like math lessons and programming tutorials and “how to” videos of every kind. When I can’t figure out how to take the wiper blade off the car – there’s a YouTube video for that. When I need to rebuild the carb on my lawn mower – there’s a YouTube video for that. Last month I needed to replace an EGR valve on my car – and there was a YouTube video that was perfect. It just amazes me that people take the time and effort to make these videos for no other reason than to help other people. But a HuffPo editor wouldn’t know anything about that. It’s all cat videos and sex to him, apparently.

And this is what being proud of being gay means? Everyone has to know how you have sex, with whom you have sex, and how perverted and deviant you need to be to get off. This is why I am a gay man with no gay friends. I am not interested in everyone knowing my business orlooking at my penis and anus as a source of pride. I guess I will die a spinster.

TAD (#2 and #6) I am old fashioned enough to believe that some things should be private or for adults only. Sexual tastes mostly fall into that category. And what goes up one’s butt should definitely be on a need to know basis only–not broadcast to the world.

We are not even particularly “proud” of being straight, here. Or to enjoy eating stinky cheeses.

But I, for one, am proud of the two of us not having fallen (thank parents) for the post modern cultural marxism of the identity politics that a baby boomer generation of resentful half baked intellectuals tried to shove down the throat of our teenage softheads when in custody of their indoctrination centers — aka, “public education”.

Hehheh…
I keep the Instagram acct. of a particularly-vacuous gay Manhatten “male model” bookmarked so that I can periodically look at his antic-postings and those of his equally-vacuous posturing, virtue-signally SJW professional-gay friends — and thank the GODS I don’t actually know them or live in a universe that intersects theirs. **yeesh!**

Their parties. Their teeny speedos. Their Fire Island outings. THeir “other peoples” invitation-only parties. Their glitter… **gag** Their tastefully-distressed $2000 jeans and torn threadbare “vintage” t-shirts. Their sporno “artsy” modeling pics. Their 500-calorie “lunches”… Their 3% body-fat. Their artfully-windswept hair and perky nipples. Their lack of shirts, and often pants…

tnnsne1 , If you’re really interested, probably safe for work. I take no responsibility for keyboards, spilled coffee, broken crockery or damaged brain-cells. And no, while “pretty” neither he or his friends are my type, …even when I was younger. **shudder**

All these monkeys (including Mr Wavey) fail to realize that the zoo animals are the first to be allowed to starve when times get really tough. Even during The Great Depression there were finite jobs for circus performers.